Chapter 004: The Function of Memory

Zhou Shuang shook his head and said: "This is the command of the shaman lord"

Another guard slowly nodded and said

Zhao Li's complexion grew increasingly grim

These individuals have indeed invested considerable resources to ensure that their main sacrificial offering remains lively, vigorous, and delectable thirty days later

He does not wish to appear in this wild and insane world, where live sacrifices still exist

At that moment, this pure white world suddenly shook violently, ripples spreading throughout the entire space, as if thousands of hands were gripping him and then forcefully pulling him downwards. Zhao Li's thoughts had not yet had the time to react when his vision blurred.

Indeed, it is true

The food and some herbs are all placed here, waiting for him to wake up, and he will surely eat them.

Breathing suddenly became heavy, as if a large stone were pressing down on me. My chest and arms were filled with an unbearable pain. The moisture was gone from the tip of my nose, replaced by the smell of blood and a pungent medicinal odor that stung my nostrils

Only in this way can one please the deities and obtain their understanding

Still in a coma, this foreigner is truly weak. The Feather Forest Guards of the Tianqian Kingdom are a formidable army that spans the world. Is it possible for an ordinary person to possess such a frail constitution

He did not have such abilities in his dreams before; it could only be due to that painting

Having set down the items in hand, the two guards swiftly departed from this place, where the cold wind blew incessantly. The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away, leaving the cave in silence, with only the gentle sound of water as the green fish in the river flicked their tails.

The scroll of that painting is made of white jade, and at this moment, it is emanating a hazy white light that fills the entire environment. Zhao Li hesitated for only a moment before extending his hand to grasp the scroll. The moonlight-like white light instantly converged, revealing the painting, which, however, was merely a blank canvas

There are two lines of text above, gently shimmering with flowing light, and it is unclear what other functions it may have

Such sharp eyes and imposing presence seem as if they could step out of the painting at any moment

His complexion has turned somewhat pale

Then, three vertical lines of text emerged on the blank canvas, as if written in thick black ink, slightly floating, with light swirling above them

three thousand six hundred knives

Zhao Li's expression stiffened, and his palm trembled slightly

Should we wake him up

The river flows by the side

Another guard looked at those things and couldn't help but say

His breathing became rapid, gripping the scroll tightly, almost instinctively. He was utterly convinced that it was this painting, absolutely this scroll, that had brought him to this strange place, and he had nearly died outside.

This is precisely for the blood sacrifice that will take place thirty-two days later

Zhou Shuang waved his hand and said, "There is no need; he does not understand our words"

Zhao Li felt much calmer this time. He extended his hand and touched one of the characters. The ink-like character rippled and then spread out, revealing scenes on the scroll: there were cars, running children, and some images and characters from games, and finally, familiar faces appeared one after another

These foods contain tiger blood grass used by warriors in training, which can enhance blood circulation to prevent freezing to death and resist the cold wind. This can temper both will and soul. The offerings must possess strong will and physical resilience to endure the final three thousand six hundred strikes of the stone knife without succumbing midway.

Zhao Li forced himself to think

Zhao Li took several deep breaths to suppress the anger and the faint fear that arose from it

On the stone beside him lay the roasted meat, along with some herbs. The dream he had just experienced rolled through his memory, and he recognized the properties of these herbs. Silently, he washed the herbs in the river water, placed them in his mouth to crush them, and applied them to the wound on his arm

He understood

The originally pure white surrounding space transformed into jagged black rocks, dripping with water

After a considerable amount of time had passed, Zhao Li finally opened his eyes. Upon opening them, he looked around to confirm that no one was present. He first let out a sigh of relief, then raised his hand to cover his arm. The expression on his face instantly contorted, revealing a look that clearly indicated he was in excruciating pain.

He spoke as he placed the item in his hand on the stone beside Zhao Li

Then he closed his eyes, recalling the words he had just heard, and the expression on his face gradually darkened

That kick was ruthlessly fierce, stepping down and grinding it in; he almost howled on the spot. It was a struggle to hold back until now, and after finally regaining his composure, lying on the ground, he suddenly let out a self-deprecating smile. His reaction of stifling a scream for a moment was too much like Tom.

Zhao Li squinted his eyes, perhaps due to the excessive silence of the cave. From the very beginning, he had heard the distant sound of two footsteps approaching. He then closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, remaining completely still. After a while, the two individuals walked past him.

He has both parents, and he enjoys everything about that world

Zhou Shuang glanced at Zhao Li and pressed down hard on the wound on his arm with her toes, causing blood to flow out again. The dirt from her shoes was pressed into the wound, making the blood somewhat dirty. Zhao Li remained completely still, as if he were dead. Zhou Shuang did not pay much attention and casually said:

The child in the dream, named Hongfang, is the one who was sacrificed in blood

There are only thirty-two days left

Lingchi

The body trembled slightly, the mouth opened as if to roar, yet no sound escaped at all

A refreshing sensation alleviated much of the pain in my arm

Accompanied by the rising and falling tides of his increasingly turbulent thoughts, the images on the scroll disintegrated and returned to their original form, still featuring three lines of ink characters floating on the scroll, gently swaying. Zhao Li spent a considerable amount of time barely managing to suppress the incessant thoughts surging within him, extending his finger to touch the scroll

He pointed again at the deep and secluded valley, from which a cold wind was continuously blowing, and said: "It is too cold here; apart from the warriors of the department, no one can endure for long"

He paused for a moment and emphasized

Since this scroll can bring oneself here, can it also take oneself back?

Poor Tom

He originally could not understand the words spoken by the people here, but after having that dream, those words no longer sounded like monotonous syllables in his ears; instead, they acquired their own meanings, along with some simple common knowledge, all of which vividly existed in his mind

Why should such good food be given to this defiled offering of the sacred ritual

Immediately, another thought emerged, prompting him to grip the scroll a little tighter

It was as if a bucket of ice water had been splashed over him, and Zhao Li suddenly became alert, immediately realizing that all of it was deeply etched in his memory.

The characters he has touched have already faded away

Zhao Li reached out to take the food. Based on the memories from his dreams, he recognized that this was the leg meat of a deer. The Tiger Blood Grass is a precious herb that grows within the activity range of ferocious beasts in the forest. Every warrior requires Tiger Blood Grass to strengthen their physique, and each warrior can only obtain one stalk per month

This was a dark world that oppressed and despaired people, yet in the stream swam slender, greenish fish that flicked their tails. The scales of these fish emitted a pale blue light, which shimmered in the ripples of the water, ultimately filling this dark cave with a hazy, scattered glow.

The words spoken by those two individuals, this time, no longer resonated in his ear as monotonous and meaningless syllables

Familiar, too familiar!

But in an instant, those faces that were so familiar and dear to him shattered and disappeared, followed by the lifeless automobiles, and finally, what remained on the entire canvas was less than one-tenth of its original content. The most striking figure among them was that warrior, dressed in black, with a bow on his back and a sword at his side, his gaze icy.